"A creature from Hell, changed... ah, I see," Oda scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "What, from Hell's ice to Hell's fire? Both are still Hell."
Swoosh!
With blinding speed, Oda sliced Dakrea, sending him crashing to the ground. He walked away, leaving Dakrea on the cold cobblestones, struggling to regenerate his wounded form.
Dakrea's eyes reverted to their normal color, and he focused on regenerating his wounds.
Just then, Ulyana and Artyom returned, having heard the commotion. Ulyana knelt beside Dakrea, placing her hand on his sliced chest and channeling her simple healing mana.
"What's Oda's problem... today is the second person who tried to attack you... who are you?" Artyom asked, looking at Dakrea with concern and suspicion.
Dakrea, still sweating after nearly facing death, looked at Artyom and said, "Nobody, but I get hated by everyone."
